The afternoon sun was brutal. The house was quiet. Rohan was at work, and Vikram was resting in his room. Priya sweated through her chores sweeping, mopping, cooking. Her skin was sticky, her blouse damp under the arms, and her panties clung uncomfortably to her p***y. She needed to bathe.
She carried two brass buckets to the open bathroom area at the back of the house. It was a typical Indian setup half-walled, open to the sky, with a stone floor and a hand pump mounted over a deep bore well. There was no door, just a faded cotton curtain hanging at the entrance. It offered privacy from the main house, but anyone walking down the side pathway could look right in.
Priya shut the curtain and untied her saree. She pulled off her soaked blouse and unhooked her bra. Her heavy t**s spilled fr
